A Cross to Bear Quotes

“I’ve learned that there’ll always be crime. Always. So long as there’s something to be had by it, and so long as the world offers very little to most except debt and low-paid servitude in exchange for keeping to the law, there’ll be crime.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“Because one state would always induce the other in her. A memory from the light would instantly conjure one from the dark.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“It was that high-strung nasal voice of the upper-middle class, a whiny gramophone British that implied a superciliousness through its mere tone.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“My mother always told me off for asking questions all the time. But my dad used to encourage me. He said it made me inquisitive, and inquisitiveness was a sign of intelligence.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“a regular Bermuda Triangle of dull conformity.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“would prance around the place smoking cigarettes through an outrageously long holder, wearing a russet curly wig and a long copper-colored gown that hung from her bony frame, conjuring to Alex’s mind the image of a man-sized cockroach standing on its hind legs.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“glistens in the atomic light and holds it against the palm of her hand. It raises the hammer above its head, gazes momentarily at her open eyes, emits a wry smile, and drives the nail through the flesh and into the wood with an almighty smash.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“it was the sign of an ossified heart. Of a person who had been beaten so hard by life and had lost so much that they had hardened into an impenetrable shell. She’d seen it so many times before—that look—in the eyes of people on the street. Hell, more than once she’d even observed it in her own eyes looking back at her from the mirror.”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“The men shouted and screamed songs as the train rumbled out of the urban tangle of inner London toward the clear green of Epping Forest. Every compartment stuffed to bursting with a thronging mass of claret-shirted West Ham goons on their way to meet the old enemy: Millwall. Each man has a hungry look to him, jumping and jostling with his West Ham brothers and spilling beer on anything that happens to be close by. This includes other lay passengers, who let it happen with little complaint. No, they won’t complain today. Not when they can see the look of animal dissatisfaction shining in these men’s”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“PROLOGUE Deep within the bowels of darkness, within the neon room, the killer gazes down at her eternal sleeping face. Lying motionless, she glows with an unnatural luminescence, and the killer slowly strokes the back of its hand down her waxen face, her dead eyes staring into an endless void. It tenderly runs a thumb across her cold, hard lips, recalling that she hadn’t screamed or fought. Had passed peacefully from life into death, as though life had only ever been the dream of death. She would suffer no more. A metamorphosis was taking place, and she was becoming something”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“their house at nine. But like I said, no action was taken because it wasn’t twenty-four hours. Apart from that, there’s nothing else in the report.” “What else you got?” “She was picked”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“yeah,” Jack said, waving him away. “I got all that.” The door opened and both men’s eyes automatically glanced toward it. In strolled the”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“never attend briefings, he knows that.” “Well, he still seemed pretty miffed you weren’t there. He told me to tell you that he wanted to see you the second you came in.” “So Peterson just said.” “If I were you,”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“The second Jack walked out of the rain and into Upper Hackney, Joe Peterson, the morning desk sergeant, informed him that DCI Caldwell wanted to see him urgently. Jack waved it away and merely made his way”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“Walking into the office, he found George Lange at his desk. “Morning,”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“large”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear

“break lights”
― Vince Vogel, A Cross to Bear